Mifune Sachiko Place of birth: Mirai. Date of birth: 03/01/176 Sachiko was born at the very beginning of spring in the Year of the Lyre, after the end of the war between her homeland and the Church of Arteria, supported by its allied nations of Western Vesteria. The Mifune couple, who embraced the teachings of Arterian missionaries, raised their children, a daughter and two sons, according to the religious and moral precepts of the church, and therefore their values differed significantly from the majority of the population of this region, which eventually forced them to move to continental Vesteria – to Shengkai, which had become an empire in those years. Sachiko was a golden child, loved by everyone, both her parents and neighbors, and her younger brothers tried with fanatical jealousy to drive away her numerous suitors and male acquaintances. But, of course, all this was just a game, and, in general, after moving to Shengkai, Sachiko and her family did not experience any serious hardships – they lived modestly and worked hard, but there was harmony in the family, and there was hope for the future. Over the years, the neighbors began to call Sachiko an angel, for her patience, understanding, and extraordinary wisdom for her young age. The idyllic, but uneventful, life of Mifune Sachiko came to an end in February 199, which was the Year of the Hero. One day in the last month of winter, a stigma appeared on her body, forever changing her destiny. Seeking help from church healers, her parents had to learn that Arteria had chosen their daughter for a divine mission. And although this event should have filled the family of righteous Arterians with pride, no one was happy about it... Due to the nature of Sachiko's stigma, she not only outlived every member of her family, but also repeatedly watched as her sisters, other Valkyries whose life spans were coming to an end, one after another, left this world forever. Those who are familiar with this Valkyrie speak of her as the warmest person with the most beautiful soul they have ever met, but no one knows what is really happening in that soul. After the war with the Northerners, Sachiko remained the only surviving Valkyrie, and largely thanks to her efforts, the church was able to survive after the colossal losses it suffered in the war. During the Arterian Schism, Sachiko led and coordinated the actions of Regnleyv and the Church, playing a significant role in the victory over the cultists of Moenia and Shafran, but this conflict became another deep scar on the Valkyrie's soul. Her sisters, Nier Civilla, Arkesia Lao, Sasahara Kana, Aurelia Skadi, Yuna, Teresa Aiz, and Argireia Richelieu, gave their lives in the war, while Cornelia Verben lost her spirit and disgraced her legacy by executing the then Queen of Regnleyv, Josephine Fenhel, with her own hands. After this war, Sachiko almost ceased to appear in public, and her role in the life of the church remains unknown. Stigma: Everblooming Vesteria Sachiko's divine power makes her immortal. Effect of reading the book: 20% chance to survive a lethal attack (remains with 1 health point). |
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Yua and Eznir go to visit Celine and disappear behind the doors of the Mariendorf estate.
Not expecting to see her usually composed and tidy brother in such a state, the girl froze in the doorway in astonishment, casting puzzled glances his way. However, for the first time, he paid her no attention; it seemed the writing work had entirely captivated his mind.
—Ummm, what do you have here? —Ilva tried to get his attention, but Renold only mumbled something incoherent in response.
The maiden then approached the motionless, slouching statue and poked the sheet of paper with the toe of her shoe, where he was painstakingly tracing unremarkable letters. —I said, what are you doing?
—Ah, what? Oh, hi Il. —Renold finally distracted himself, lifting his head for a moment and smiling at his sister. —Yeah, I decided to help Philip with an interview for the newspaper. Now then, where was I, ah yes: "of course, this is a misconception. In Baldur, one can encounter..." —he began muttering under his breath again.
—Are you writing about that backwater, then? —With a swift motion, Ilva snatched the sheet from under her brother's nose and began to study his scribbles with interest.
—Il, why the f.. —Renold suddenly grew angry, hurriedly rising from the floor and reaching for his work. —I'm busy, don't interfere. Nothing is working out as it is.
—Wow, you're praising them all so much. —His sister replied with the same growing indignation, her eyes scanning the uneven lines. —So, you intend to spend the rest of your life hugging forest monsters according to the old baron's precepts? Though considering his quirks, it won't be for very long.
—What are you talking about? —Renold frowned. —I'm just writing my honest opinion. You can write yours too if you want; it's an assignment for several people.
—As if I have nothing better to do. —the girl snorted. To be honest, she really didn't have any important plans, but naturally, she couldn't allow herself to show that. —Fine, fine, —she softened after a few moments, —write whatever you want, truth or not.
—Great. —The young man reached for the sheet again, but Ilva held it above her head. —But first, ask how my day went, —she added in a playful voice.
Renold, being taller, nevertheless froze in place, folding his arms across his chest. —Fine. How was your day?
—You won't believe it, I studied magic with Emilia! —the maiden decided not to prolong the answer, the joy overflowing in the sparkle of her eyes. —Of course, it turned out to be very difficult and no proper spells have come out yet, but look: she raised and held out her hands, then folded her fingers into some kind of sign and pointed them at the nearest wall. A thin stream of shimmering water flew from her palm, and like a tiny bullet, it pierced the wall, leaving a barely visible dent.
—Well, I'll be! —for the first time today, Renold was genuinely amazed. —That's so cool!
—Are you really happy?
—Of course! Do you know what that means? You'll be able to help me in battle. And I'll worry less that you won't be able to stand up for yourself. —Renold put his arm around Ilva's waist, lifted her, and spun her around.
Seizing a lucky moment, the young man snatched his essay and pretended to run away.
—Hey, that's not fair! —Ilva pushed him in the back with all her might, and they fell together onto the hastily made bed. —Fine, alright, I'll help your fantasies. Right, remove all the names from here. And the mention of magic.
—But why? It's just a short note.
—Just in case. Put a comma here, replace this word. There's a soft sign here. Horrible, where did you learn to write?
—Well, I was in a hurry...
—Indeed, no one in their right mind would accept this. And I also think you've completely strayed from the given topic.
—I got carried away, happens to the best of us...
***
Ilva spent the remaining time in the library, and Renold, having somehow finished his work, hurried back to the publishing house. And although his essay took on a somewhat readable appearance after his sister's help, he was not entirely sure that he had managed to convey all his thoughts in an accessible and clear manner; rather, the opposite was likely true.
I've already forgotten how many OS I have etc.
!Ilva reads about Limme Madrigal on the second OS
!Renold eats food and on the second OS reads Airisufir, levels rapier to 7, armor to 4. Also, I think you didn't give me 200 exp for the training (or a free level instead of it?)
So, are you planning to spend the rest of your life cuddling with forest monsters, following the teachings of the old baron?
There's strong competition for your sister...
And I don't think you gave me 200 experience points for the training (or a free level instead?).
OS in training
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Ilva reads about Limme Madrigal for the second time.
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Ilva spent the remaining time in the library, and Reynold, having somehow finished his work, hurried back to the publishing house. And although, after his sister's help, his work had become at least somewhat readable, he was not at all sure that he had managed to convey all his thoughts in an accessible and understandable way; rather, the opposite.
Near the entrance to the publishing house, Reynold finds Ayr, who seems to be deep in thought.
—Oh, hello. Are you here about the assignment too, or what?
Nevertheless, the guy wasn’t going to retreat so close to the goal and continued on his way to the publishing house.